Frimsi

They are to set out at dawn,

leaving the fair Rivendell.

And their fellowship include all peoples –

The Dwarves of Othrikar swiftly gathered to meet the approaching threat. An elven huntress stood beside their archers on the walls, and Thordralin, Frimsi, and the Halfling Passerose joined the defense of the gate. All of them rallied in uncommon unity against the threat. They gathered, secure within the walls, and awaited for a command to attack.

Azaghâlbad’s log: 22nd of ‘Afkalm

Azaghâlbad’s log: 18th of ‘Afkalm

They traveled a long time, a Elf, a Dwarf and a Halfling. Through barren wastelands of Lone Lands, full of ruins from the distant past. Through green forests, wild and untamed. Human settlements seemed lively and very crowded to Linglorel, and the lands inhabited by the halflings were full of joy. Hobbits love living the simple life. It’s relaxing – who wouldn’t love that? Mortals... so dynamic and expanding. And so, they rode across the gently rolling hills, ten or twelve leagues a day.

Home! Home at last! 

Time is a funny thing. I think it must have moved quicker while Tairy and I was away. Or we stayed longer than we meant to. Do the days go more swift in the elven lands? It were still a bit chilly from winter when we left, and now spring is half-gone and summer will be here before we know it.